Fight for Unity

The horse's hooves thundering beneath you, the chains of your bit as the horse pulls against the reins and the faint sound of the horses breath, and whips the horse’s mane. Every touch, every move my horse and I make, becomes unified.  Nadja expressed this same emotional attachment with her drawings. “With the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.” The image can be very deceiving if one did not know or understand the premise of it, but I was able to draw the connection between her drawing and the emotional attachment that came with it with my own image.

Triumph overcomes the war. The experience and the glory paint the sky with blood shed and tears. The horse’s hooves thundering against the grass paint the glory and triumph in their footprints. “The fight for the win is like a war.” There is no trail that they follow, no path that can be seen, only felt. That is when the horse and rider achieve a win upon the endless blowing green.

Halt.

The fight for freedom is over. The next fight will have to wait ‘til morning. Freedom will have to wait until next time.